Chapter 213 Compose a sword manual, shall we practice?
Yao Lele stared at Qingzhong in confusion, her mind in confusion, and then the arm holding the shotgun trembled violently and pointed it at Qingzhong.
"Lele!! Let me ask you a question!! Do you believe me??" Qingzhong stared at his eyes and asked again through gritted teeth.
"..." Yao Lele pursed her lips, gasped, and was silent for about two seconds. Then, like crazy, she suddenly raised the shotgun and slammed it on the head of Meng Hu, who was retreating.
: "**!! Let me see if you are retreating! You are retreating! You are covering your head!!"
"Boom! Boom!"
Yao Lele at least jumped up and hit Meng Hu in the face three or four times with the butt of his gun, and then calmed down. Yes, Yao Lele, who always thinks about problems relatively simply, was very conflicted at this time. He didn't know why Qingzhong attacked Zhang Wei.
But his intuition told him that what Qingzhong wanted to do must be shameful. Otherwise, there would be no need to knock Zhang Wei unconscious. But knowing this, he couldn't do it and pointed the gun at Qingzhong, so he did it very casually.
, vented his anger directly on Meng Hu.
"Snapped!!"
Qingzhong stared at Yao Lele for four or five seconds, then slowly let go of Hong Xin's ears. Then without saying a word, he took out his belt and tied up Zhang Wei on the ground.
Then with trembling palms, he took out the cigarette case from his pocket, lit a cigarette himself, then pointed at Yao Lele and made a silencing gesture near his mouth.
Yao Lele's eyes were cold, and she looked at Qingzhong expressionlessly, gritted her teeth, kicked Meng Hu in the stomach, and then pointed to the corner of the wall.
Meng Hu's face was covered with blood. He squatted on the ground and looked up at Qing Zhong for a long time. He suddenly raised his big finger and then grinned playfully.
Qingzhong held his cigarette in his mouth, took two puffs, and pointed at the door towards Yao Lele. Yao Lele still looked at Qingzhong without any expression, motionless.
"...!" Qingzhong gritted his teeth, took out his mobile phone, and then walked out of the basement, squatting in the middle of the steps, leaning his back against the cold wall, smoking cigarettes and looking at it with dull eyes.
Mobile phone screen, silent.
"Snapped!"
The cigarette butt fell, sparks flying on the basement steps. Qingzhong put his thumb on the launch button, with countless struggles in his eyes. As long as he pressed his finger, he would have no way out, and he would face countless accusations.
He may even lose the brotherly love that he has always considered the most precious.
"There is a fish in Beiming, and its name is Kun. The Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it has. When it turns into a bird, its name is Peng. The Peng's back is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it has."
The rare birds and beasts written in the book have not been seen by anyone for thousands of years. If you are lucky enough to see them, we can call them a precious sight. From now on, you will not have to do anything else, just rely on the experience of seeing the strange beasts.
Eyes alone can fool you into eating and drinking for a lifetime.
We don’t have to use the metaphor of the underworld. Let’s just talk about the relationship between people in real society. People who have grown up together have grown up together. If there are ten people and you encounter financial difficulties, if all ten people call out, can there be a problem?
If five people help you, it means that you have been successful as a person. If there are three people helping you, it means that you pay attention to maintaining interpersonal relationships. If one person helps you, this is normal!!
Even with financial help like this!! How fucking difficult is it to have emotions that can block a gun for you??
Is it more "precious" than the mythical bird that soared ninety thousand miles up???
Qingzhong gritted his teeth and oozed blood. He breathed heavily, closed his eyes, and pressed the launch button hard.
"...beep...!"
Busy sounds were heard one after another, and Qingzhong's brain was buzzing as he stared at the screen blankly.
"Hello...!" A voice sounded on the phone.
"...I...Qingzhong!!"
"Qingzhong???" the voice on the phone repeated unexpectedly.
"...If we cooperate, do you think we can play together?" Qingzhong lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice.
"Cooperating with you?? Haha, have you ever seen Wang Chongyang and Jinlun Dharma King practicing the Jade Girl Sword together?" The voice on the phone was stunned for a moment and said a little doubtfully.
"If there is a sword manual, it can be practiced!!!"
"Tell me about your sword manual?"
"Hong Xin!!"
"...!" After Qingzhong finished speaking, the phone immediately fell into silence. After four or five seconds, the voice on the phone said: "The score is pretty good, I can compare with you!!"
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In the yard at the other end, three brave policemen spent nearly ten minutes finally walking into the yard and roughly checking the scene. The leading policeman touched Laozi's stiff neck and said with a walkie-talkie: "
DW District, Siping Hutong, the first house in Baotou, a shooting occurred, one person died on the scene, request the support of the major case team!"
Fifteen minutes later, six or seven police cars arrived first. Wang Ming, with a sullen face, pushed open the door and cursed loudly: "F*ck! They're all crazy! Let's just do it! If you don't rush a group, I'll see.
It’s dishonest!!”
"Hoola la!"
Wang Ming slowly walked to the yard with forensic doctors, technicians, and more than a dozen policemen. Then he glanced at Laozi's body on the ground, pointed at the yard and said: "The cordon is up!! Technicians simulated the scene!! Forensic doctors
Check the body! What should everyone else do?"
After saying that, Wang Ming put on his white gloves and walked into the room. He first went to the room on the right and took a cursory glance. Then he put on his shoe covers, jumped onto the kang, bent down and picked up a bullet casing.
He looked at it in shock for a long time, frowned, and said in disbelief: "56 micro-charge???? Damn you, do you dare to show off your face!!?"
Wang Ming gasped, threw the bullet casing into a transparent plastic bag, then gritted his teeth and walked towards the other room. He stood at the door and took a cursory glance, and asked lightly: "Is there anything you can do to make me happy?
??”
"It's true, Captain Wang, come here and see what this is!" The technician, wearing a white coat, turned around, pushed up his glasses, and said to Wang Ming.
"Tap tap tap...!"
Wang Ming was stunned for a moment and walked over quickly. The technician grabbed his arm, pointed to the side of the cabinet on the kang, and said lightly: "Did you see it?"
Wang Ming blinked and moved his head forward again. The cabinet is actually a large box two meters square. This configuration was the standard equipment on the rural Kang in the 1990s. It is mainly used to store some bedding, sundries and so on.
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The purple paint on the box in front of him has peeled off in some places, and the exposed wood has also turned black. It looks like it has been used for a long time, so Wang Ming, after the technician pointed it out several times,
Then I saw clearly that there were a few crooked small characters on the side of the cabinet.
"...Meng Fei...the bow...is long!!" Wang Ming observed for four or five minutes before struggling to read a few small characters written in blood.
"Brother!!! What about reading Zhang Xing? It's still bow... long, rub it!!"
"...Meng Fei?? Meng Fei...!" Wang Ming ignored the technician's ridicule, repeated my name twice, and suddenly slapped his forehead and said: "That child's father is called Meng Fei, right????